Sacred Stones, Spaces, and Stories: Ashtavinayaka Part 9

Rising from the fertile plains of the Pune district, the Mahaganapati Temple at Ranjangaon stands as the culminating jewel of Maharashtra’s Ashtavinayak pilgrimage. Revered as the seat of Mahaganapati, the “Great Ganesha”, this temple is steeped in legend, history, and architectural grandeur. Here, Lord Ganesha is worshipped in his most potent form, invoked even by Lord Shiva himself in the cosmic battle against the demon Tripurasura. For centuries, devotees and warriors alike have sought Mahaganapati’s blessings, making Ranjangaon not just a spiritual destination but a living testament to the enduring power of faith and myth.

Ranjangaon is a tranquil village located about 50 km from Pune, along the Pune-Ahmednagar highway. The temple’s strategic location made it a favoured stop for Maratha chieftains and pilgrims journeying through the Deccan. Today, it is the eighth and final stop for those completing the revered Ashtavinayak Yatra, a circuit of eight self-manifested Ganesha temples across Maharashtra.

Historical records and the temple’s stone pillars suggest that the Mahaganapati Temple was originally constructed in the 9th or 10th century, with significant enhancements during the Peshwa era. Shrimant Madhavrao I, the Peshwa ruler, was a devout worshipper who regularly visited the temple before heading to battle. He built a stone sanctum around the idol and created a special cellar to safeguard the deity during times of turmoil. The temple’s hall and surrounding apartments, or owaris, were commissioned by Sardar Kibe, Sardar Pawar, and Sardar Shinde, prominent nobles of the time. In modern times, the temple’s Nagarkhana, or drum house, above the entrance, was inaugurated by Chief Minister Manohar Joshi in 1997, reflecting ongoing reverence and restoration.

The temple boasts a massive and ornate entrance gate, flanked by two imposing dwarapalas, or gatekeepers, visible from the main road. The temple is ingeniously constructed so that during Dakshinayana, the sun’s southern movement, the rays of the rising sun fall directly on the main idol in the sanctum, a marvel of ancient engineering. The drum house above the entrance is used during festivals and processions, adding to the temple’s festive aura. The sanctum houses the swayambhu, or self-manifested idol, of Mahaganapati, seated on a lotus and accompanied by his consorts, Riddhi and Siddhi. Local tradition holds that the original idol, known as “Mahotkat,” is hidden in a basement and is said to have ten trunks and twenty arms, though the visible idol is more conventional in form.

The temple’s enduring myth centres on the cosmic battle between good and evil, with Mahaganapati as the divine catalyst. According to legend, the esteemed sage Grutsamad once sneezed, and from this act, a boy named Tripurasura was born. Tripurasura, raised with spiritual wisdom, learned the Ganesh mantra from his father and performed severe penance to Lord Ganesha. Pleased, Ganesha granted him a boon: Tripurasura would become the most powerful being in the universe and could only be defeated by Lord Shiva, after which he would attain liberation.

Empowered by this boon, Tripurasura’s pride grew unchecked. He conquered the underworld, the heavens, and even threatened the gods themselves. Lord Brahma hid in a lotus, and Lord Vishnu retreated to the cosmic ocean, unable to withstand Tripurasura’s might. Desperate, the gods turned to sage Narada, who advised them to worship Lord Ganesha. Ganesha, taking the form of a Brahmin, approached Tripurasura and offered to create three flying chariots that could only be destroyed by Shiva. In exchange, he asked for the Chintamani jewel from Kailash. When Tripurasura demanded the jewel, Lord Shiva refused, leading to a fierce battle.

Despite his power, Shiva could not defeat Tripurasura. Realising his mistake in not honouring Ganesha first, Shiva paused and recited the Shadaakshar Mantra to invoke Ganesha. Blessed with a special beejmantra, or seed mantra, Shiva was finally able to destroy Tripurasura with a single arrow]. This victory was possible only after seeking Ganesha’s grace, emphasising the deity’s role as the remover of all obstacles, even for the gods!

The site where Shiva invoked Ganesha and achieved victory became Ranjangaon, and the form of Ganesha worshipped here is known as Mahaganapati or Tripurarivade Mahaganapati, the destroyer of Tripurasura.

The idol at Ranjangaon is revered as one of the most powerful forms of Ganesha. Mahaganapati is depicted seated on a lotus, flanked by his consorts Riddhi, or prosperity, and Siddhi, or spiritual power. The idol is Swayambhu, believed to have emerged naturally from the earth. In some traditions, the idol is described as “Mahotkat,” possessing ten trunks and twenty arms, though it is more commonly seen with eight, ten, or twelve arms.. The idol’s serene yet commanding presence embodies both the gentle and formidable aspects of the deity.

Each day, the idol is ritually bathed with water, milk, and fragrant substances, accompanied by the chanting of Vedic mantras. Morning and evening aartis are performed with lamps, bells, and devotional songs, filling the temple with a vibrant spiritual energy. Offerings of modaks, coconut, and flowers are made to the deity, and prasad is distributed to devotees as a blessing.

Sahastravartan is an elaborate ritual that involves the recitation of Ganesha’s names or mantras a thousand times, seeking his blessings for the removal of obstacles and the fulfilment of wishes. The Satyavinayak Pooja is a special worship performed for significant life events or to fulfil vows. During the Bhadrapada festival, devotees perform “Lotangan”, which means rolling their bodies in prostration along the path to the temple as an act of surrender and devotion.

Unlike many other villages, the people of Ranjangaon do not bring Ganesha idols into their homes during Ganesh Chaturthi. Instead, the entire community gathers at the Mahaganapati Temple for collective worship, reinforcing the temple’s role as the spiritual heart of the region.

Ganesh Chaturthi is celebrated with immense fervour at Ranjangaon. The temple is adorned with flowers and lights, and special rituals, abhisheks, and aartis are performed. On the fifth day of the festival, a grand feast called a mahabhog is offered to the deity, and the idol is taken in a flower-bedecked palkhi, or palanquin procession, around the temple grounds. Wrestling matches and cultural events are also organised, drawing large crowds from nearby villages.

A unique sixth-day celebration during Bhadrapada sees devotees flocking to the temple, performing special rituals, and participating in communal festivities. The atmosphere is one of joy, devotion, and unity.

The Mahaganapati Temple is more than a place of worship; it is a symbol of the triumph of wisdom and humility over pride and chaos. The legend of Tripurasura underscores the importance of invoking Ganesha before any new undertaking, a tradition now embedded in Hindu practice. The temple’s sun-aligned architecture, powerful idol, and living rituals all reinforce the message that with faith, even the greatest obstacles can be overcome.

Ranjangaon is the eighth and final stop in the Ashtavinayak circuit, making it the spiritual culmination of the pilgrimage. Pilgrims often report a sense of completion and fulfilment upon receiving Mahaganapati’s blessings, believing that their prayers and efforts throughout the yatra have been acknowledged and rewarded.

After Ranjangaon, pilgrims go back to the Moreshwar Temple to complete the Ashtavinayak circuit. And with that visit, they complete the pilgrimage. This circuit is something I have wanted to do for a while, given that the circuit is in my home state, and it is a pilgrimage for my ishtadev! I will do this sooner rather than later; that’s my promise to myself.

In My Hands Today…

The Woman Who Wasn’t There: The True Story of an Incredible Deception – Robin Gaby Fisher, Angelo J. Guglielmo Jr.

The astounding story of Tania Head, whose heartrending account of surviving the World Trade Center attacks made her a celebrity—until it all turned out to be an elaborate hoax.

It was a tale of loss and recovery, of courage and sorrow, of horror and inspiration. Tania Head’s astonishing account of her experience on September 11, 2001—from crawling through the carnage and chaos to escaping the seventy-eighth-floor sky lobby of the burning south tower to losing her fiancé in the collapsed north tower—transformed her into one of the great victims and heroes of that tragic day.

Tania selflessly took on the responsibility of giving a voice and a direction to the burgeoning World Trade Center Survivors’ Network, helping save the “Survivor Stairway” and leading tours at Ground Zero, including taking then-governor Pataki, Mayor Bloomberg, and former mayor Giuliani on the inaugural tour of the WTC site. She even used her own assets to fund charitable events to help survivors heal. But there was something very wrong with Tania’s story—a terrible secret that would break the hearts and challenge the faith of all those she claimed to champion.

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Short Story: The Silver Lighter

The Bangkok heat clung to everything, even at seven in the evening on Christmas Eve. Sophie wiped sweat from her forehead as she navigated through the crowded Chatuchak Weekend Market, her sister Emma trailing behind, camera in hand.

“This is mental,” Emma laughed, dodging a motorbike taxi. “Christmas in thirty-five degrees. Mum would have a fit seeing us in shorts and tank tops right now.”

Sophie smiled, fingering the small silver lighter in her pocket. Their grandfather’s lighter—the one thing she’d insisted on bringing to Thailand, despite Emma’s protests about unnecessary baggage. The engraved initials “J.H” caught the light from the market stalls as she turned it over in her palm.

They’d planned this trip for months. Two weeks in Thailand, escaping the dreary December rain of Manchester, escaping the first Christmas without their grandfather. The old man had been obsessed with travel stories, filling their childhood with tales of places he’d never quite managed to visit himself.

“Look at this,” Emma called, holding up a Buddha statue made of recycled glass. “Grandpa Joe would have loved this market. All these little treasures.”

Sophie nodded, but her throat felt tight. That’s exactly what he would have said—little treasures. He’d collected them from the few places he had managed to reach: a wooden spoon from Scotland, a pressed flower from Ireland, and a smooth stone from Wales. His mantelpiece had been a museum of modest adventures.

They bought Pad Thai from a street vendor and found a plastic table under string lights. The familiar ache of missing their grandfather settled between them as they ate in comfortable silence. Around them, Thai families laughed and ate together, children running between the stalls with sticky fingers and bright smiles.

“I keep expecting him to text me,” Emma said quietly. “Asking for photos, you know? Making me describe everything in detail.”

Sophie pulled out the lighter, setting it on the table between their steaming plates. The silver caught the warm glow of the market lights.

“I brought this because… I thought maybe I’d leave it somewhere. Like, scatter his ashes or something symbolic.” She gave a small laugh. “Stupid, really. It’s just a lighter.”

Emma reached across and touched the worn metal. “It’s not stupid. Remember how he always carried it? Even after he quit smoking twenty years ago.”

“Emergency fire,” they said in unison, mimicking their grandfather’s gravelly voice. He’d claimed you never knew when you might need to start a campfire or light someone’s way in the dark.

A group of Thai teenagers at the next table burst into laughter, and one of them, a girl about Emma’s age with bright pink hair, caught Sophie’s eye and smiled. Before Sophie could think too much about it, she found herself walking over.

“Excuse me,” she said in careful English. “My sister and I are here for Christmas. We’re from England. Do you… Would you like to share our table? It’s Christmas Eve.”

The pink-haired girl’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Yes, please!” Her friends gathered around, chattering in rapid Thai mixed with English. Their names tumbled out: Nim, Ploy, Bank, and Kao.

Soon, both tables were pushed together, and the teenagers were helping Sophie and Emma order more food, teaching them to say “Merry Christmas” in Thai: “Suk San Wan Christmas.” The lighter sat forgotten on the table as stories were shared through a mixture of languages, Google Translate, and lots of gesturing.

Nim, the pink-haired girl, was studying in Bangkok but was originally from a small village north of the city. She was spending Christmas Eve at the market because she couldn’t afford to travel home until New Year’s.

“Family is very important,” she said, her English careful but warm. “But sometimes… friends are family too, yes?”

Emma and Sophie exchanged glances. Their grandfather had always said that chosen family could be just as precious as blood family.

As the evening wore on, Bank produced a small Bluetooth speaker and played a mix of Thai pop and Christmas songs. When “White Christmas” came on, Nim giggled and pointed at Sophie and Emma.

“You miss white Christmas?” she asked.

“Actually,” Sophie said, surprising herself, “I think I prefer this. The warmth, the food, the…” she gestured around the table, “the people.”

Ploy noticed the lighter then, picking it up carefully. “Very beautiful,” she said.

Sophie found herself explaining about their grandfather, about the trip they’d taken in his memory, and about how she’d planned to leave the lighter somewhere meaningful. As she spoke, she realised the ache in her chest had softened somehow.

“But you know,” she continued, looking around the table at their new friends, “I think he would have loved this. This exact moment.”

Emma nodded, tears in her eyes. “He always said the best souvenirs were the people you met.”

When midnight approached, they all walked to a nearby temple where families had gathered for late-night Christmas prayers, Buddhist families celebrating the Christian holiday with the same spirit of love and togetherness that transcended specific traditions.

Standing there under the temple lights, surrounded by the gentle murmur of prayers in Thai and the warm presence of both strangers and new friends, Sophie made a decision. She pulled out her grandfather’s lighter and handed it to Nim.

“I’d like you to have this,” she said. “My grandfather would have wanted it to travel, to see the world he never got to explore.”

Nim’s eyes widened. “I cannot… this is too precious.”

“Please,” Sophie insisted. “Promise me you’ll carry it somewhere beautiful. Light someone’s way.”

Nim held the lighter reverently, then smiled. “I promise. Emergency fire, yes?”

“Emergency fire,” Sophie laughed, and Emma joined in.

As they exchanged contact information and promised to stay in touch, Sophie realised that this Christmas, sweat-drenched and thousands of miles from home, felt more full of joy and connection than any she could remember. Their grandfather’s lighter was beginning a new adventure, and somehow, so were they.

Walking back through the quieter streets to their hostel, Emma took Sophie’s hand.

“I think Grandpa Joe got his Christmas wish after all,” Emma said.

“What’s that?”

“He always wanted to travel the world and meet interesting people. I think he just did.”

Sophie squeezed her sister’s hand and looked up at the Bangkok sky, where no snow would fall, but where the warmth of human connection felt like the most perfect Christmas gift imaginable.

In My Hands Today…

Your Body in Balance: The New Science of Food, Hormones, and Health – Neal D. Barnard

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Recipes: Methi Malai Mattar Pulao

For those who watch this space regularly, you would know how much I love one pot meals. Just put everything together in a rice cooker or pan and let it do its thing. Today’s recipe is my spin on the classic and creamy methi malai mattar. It’s a quick recipe and perfect for those days when you don’t want to spend time in the kitchen and also makes a great addition to someone’s lunchbox.

I didn’t have fresh methi, so I used dried methi or kasuri methi, but if you have fresh methi, go ahead and the recipe will be even tastier.

Methi Malai Mattar Pulao

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup basmati rice
  • 1 small onion, sliced
  • ½ cup fresh or frozen peas
  • ½ cup fresh or frozen paneer, cut into bite-sized pieces
  • 2 tbsp kasuri methi (if using fresh methi, use ½ cup)
  • 2 green chillies, slit
  • 1-inch piece of ginger, peeled and cut into strips
  • 2 tbsp ghee
  • 1 tsp cumin seeds
  • 1 medium-sized dried bay leaf
  • 3-4 cloves
  • 3-4 cardamom
  • 1 piece cinnamon
  • Salt to taste
  • 2 cups water

Method:

  • Wash the basmati rice well a few times and soak it for at least 30 minutes. Keep aside.
  • In a pan, heat the ghee, and when the ghee is warm, put in the cumin seeds and let the seeds pop.
  • Then add in the bay leaf, cloves, cardamom, and cinnamon and stir for a couple of seconds.
  • Add the sliced onions and sauté till the onions become translucent and start browning.
  • Then add the peas and sauté for a bit before adding the paneer pieces.
  • Now crush the kasuri methi in the palms of your hands and sprinkle it over the peas and paneer. If you are using fresh methi, chop it into small pieces and add it to the pan now.
  • Drain the rice, add it to the pan, and sauté for a minute.
  • Season the pulao with salt. My rule of thumb is about 1 tsp of salt per cup of rice, but salt as per your discretion.
  • If you are using a rice cooker, add the contents of the pan to the rice cooker and add 2 cups of water. Switch on and cook until done.
  • If continuing on the pan, add the water, lower the flame to medium-low, and cook covered until the rice is completely cooked. Depending on the rice used, you may want to add more water.
  • Once the rice is done in both the rice cooker and the pan, let it sit for at least 10 minutes before opening it.
  • Fluff the rice with a spoon and serve hot with a raita and some chips or crisps.